Friday, 12 December 2008
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God Spoke to Me Audibly and Turned My Life Around
Guest post by flying_nutshell
When I was thirteen, I suffered from severe depression. I was terribly antisocial and had only two or three friends. Many times I would crawl into my closet and contemplate committing suicide. I really, really wanted to die.
Then my parents persuaded me to go to church camp for a week. It didn't make things better. I barely spoke to anyone and spent most of my time reading or sitting alone.
The night before camp ended, my small group leader - she was a college student - pulled me aside and said, "I need to talk to you." She must have seen the alarmed look on my face, for she laughed and added, "Relax. This is just standard procedure. As the small group leader, it's my responsibility to get to know all the girls in my group. I'm doing this with everyone, not just you." I relaxed.
We sat down on the steps outside the worship hall, and she said, very gently, "I think you're not very happy. Are you okay?"
"No," I said and burst into tears. It was the first time anyone had asked me that question, and I couldn't stop crying. She sat there with her arms around my shoulders as I sobbed and sobbed into my hands. I think it went on for about twenty minutes. I wept, she kept handing me tissues, and she prayed for me. Before then, I'd never seriously believed in the power of prayer, but when I heard her asking God to give me strength and joy and peace, I was moved beyond words. After a while, I finally stopped crying. I looked at her with swollen red eyes and thanked her in a hoarse voice.
"Are you ready to go back in now?" she asked. I nodded. She walked me back into the worship hall, and we parted. It was later that I learned - through correspondence with her - that she had actually lied that night. She never met with any of the other girls in the small group; it had just been me.
I found an empty corner in the worship hall and got down to my knees to pray. There was only one prayer I could say, over and over again: "Dear God, please, please, please make everything all right. Please God, please help me, please let everything be all right, please let everything be all right. Help me God, I really need your help. Please God, please let everything be all right. Amen." I still say it sometimes, when I'm in trouble or pain, because it seems to be the only appropriate prayer for me. "Please let everything be all right."
As I knelt there, praying, I began to cry again. And it was then that I heard a voice in my head. It was a whisper, but it was clear and real as any spoken words:
"It's going to be all right."
I looked up. There was no one near me. The next day, I made my first friends at camp. The next month, I entered high school and made friends in all of my classes. Today, I am happy to be alive and well. God spoke to me, and He made everything all right. Praise to the Lord.
How has God comforted you lately?
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Comments (71)
love the story!
An amazing story. I was surprised that just a few paragraphs in I was crying because I realized how much this post resonates with how I feel right now.
I moved away from my family and everything familiar about a year ago. I have a lot of social anxieties probably from being picked on as a little kid I suspect. Often I've felt severely depressed but I've been keeping it from my few friends here and other places. It's a little amusing to me that I can admit something like this to someone I don't even know. I haven't been to church really in years. Your post has made me take stock of the reasons why and I just wanted to say thank you.
@squanto_07@xanga - I am indeed afraid of God working in my life. He often does so in a way only comparable to the refiners fire. It hurts to be fashioned by the creator God. Even though I know in the end that I will be made more like him, I dread His correction and rebuke.
I don't want to limit God but if He Himself says I speak in such and such a way and not in these other ways, then I will side with Him. It seems to me that whenever I side with Him other people tell me that Im putting Him in a box....
Grace and peace!
~Michael
ps. How would you respond to this story if it were a Muslim who claimed to hear God speak?
@jhaguar13@xanga - "The mind is a funny thing it can make imaginary things seem real."
That doesn't make them any less real, especially when we really look at what IS real. (HINT: Quantum Mechanics!)
That's a great story! Thanks for sharing!
@rangerzfan@xanga - Although then the question would be, why doesn't that happen to everyone doing something bad, something that could harm them, etc.? o.O
Fuck that shit. You probably imagined the voice in your head, and that girl probably just noticed that you were being am emo bitch so she asked if you were alright. If the so called God you all worship exist, then why hasn't he helped EVERYONE? No one said anything to me when I cut my wrist, or when I was severely depressed. Fuck that shit, I'd rather worship Satan. God can go suck a dick for all I care.
Awesome.
And you're beautiful.
Thanks Revelife.
this had to be the coolest post i have read so far. God normally comforts me through reading and just sitting in silence. this was really cool. thanks.
I saw two married couple yesterday fighting.
The husband hit his wife and the result was chaotic his wife swear at him which only makes things worse. The fighting became fierce and the rain was pouring as if God was crying, then it seems as if they both hit each other back and forthwith it was sad so I got down on my knees where no one can see me
and prayed,
" Dear God I know my prayer is unworthy to be heard, but please don't let Satan win this war etc... "
there was more to that as the pray continued. Then immediately after about five to ten minutes later the fighting ceased and everything was ok again and the afternoon when on as normal.
@wiseguysupreme4@xanga - haha i love hwo you pretend to be an intellectual. Quantum mechanics has nothing to do with that quantum mechanics is the study of the movements of subatomic particles usually smaller than electrons (eg: quarks). So dont try to sound smart unless you know what your talking about.
@deadlyelixir@xanga - and then theres people like you who also feel the need to get attention on xanga by cursing, pretending to be emo, and pretending to be hardcore. GET OVER YOURSELF AND GET OFF OF XANGA SO YOU CAN FIND A PURPOSE IN YOUR SELF-PROCLAIMED "MEANINGLESS" LIFE.
@bcom_Abby@xanga - so any voice we here that doesnt contradict scripture is automatically god-given?
@jhaguar13@xanga - Shut the fuck up. Why the fuck are you "moderating" this place anyways? Are you that loyal to your imaginary friend? LOL. Do you have any CONCRETE proof that Jesus and God exist? No, so fuck off and suck some titty. And no, I don't mean proof as in the Bible or other shit such as "faith."I mean, real, concrete detail. If you can convince your imaginary friend to come over to your house and take a picture of him and post it on here, I'll believe you. Otherwise, fuck off. "Pretending to be emo?" I'm not emo, and I'm not pretending to be anything o_O. Why are you acting like you know me? Even without my imaginary friend, I'm living just fine and I have lots of things I'm going to do and accomplish. Sorry, I'm not weak enough to create up "God" to "help me." You're the one who needs to get a life and stop defending "God" LOL
@deadlyelixir@xanga - "Even without my imaginary friend" so you admit you have an imaginary friend?
I wish God would say something to me. I keep asking, and... nothing : (
@jhaguar13@xanga - You've got to admit that quantum mechanics is pretty damn weird. It's really difficult to pin down a clear set of rules that the entire universe obeys at all sizes and speeds. No one really has the right to call anything impossible these days.
Anyway, your definition of quantum mechanics sounded like you just googled it...
this testimony gave me tingles..
I hate to tell you this, but the depression was probably a precursor for schizophrenia if you actually believe that God spoke to you.
God assured me that He loves me better than anyone else.
@fowlqua@xanga - no my father taught physics for 30 years and I learned alot from him and have read a few books on the topic (eg: " A Science Odyssey")
Beautiful! It's amazing what God can do...
God speaks to me a lot. I find myself talking to Him every half an hour or so. I'm always praying about little things or big things. Never be afraid to talk to him. He's right there. :) He wants to hear from you! Also, i write letters to God. It seems like he actually is reading the letter over my shoulder or something, because my prayers get answered that way too!
God Bless! stay strong! keep your head up. and remember God is always there. All you need to do is pray to him. Also make sure that when you pray you say "In the name of Jesus" Ever since i started praying in the name of Jesus my prayers have been answered more and more clear. God also tells us to pray in the name of Jesus
take care :)
amazing story. props.
god has never comforted me. but it's good that he comforted you. perhaps he loves you more.